Every pair of eyes locked onto the psychiatric patient gown I had on, and whispers rippled through the crowd.
"Wait… that’s Mrs. Blackwood? How did she end up like this…"
"Didn’t CEO Blackwood say she was resting at home?"
The second Hunter spotted me, his face drained of all color, going as pale as a sheet of paper. He pulled himself together in a heartbeat and sprinted over to my side, his voice dropping to a tight, urgent whisper.
"Heather, don’t listen to all the nonsense people are spouting. I’m your husband!"
"I ordered you to stay in the hospital and get proper treatment, didn’t I? What the hell are you doing here?"
I ripped my hand out of his grip, ice-cold fury burning in my eyes.
"Hunter Blackwood, you didn’t actually think that garbage could wipe my memory
